+M. Mery.+ How then? +R. Royster.+ Tis neither ment ne thought. +M. Mery.+ What shall we then doe with hir? +R. Royster.+ Ah foolish harebraine, This is not she. +M. Mery.+ No is? why then vnsayde againe, And what yong girle is this with your mashyp so bolde? +R. Royster.+ A girle? +M. Mery.+ Yea. I dare say, scarse yet three score yere old. +R. Royster.+ This same is the faire widowes nourse of whome ye wotte. +M. Mery.+ Is she but a nourse of a house? hence home olde trotte, Hence at once. +R. Royster.+ No, no. +M. Mery.+ What an please your maship A nourse talke so homely with one of your worship? +R. Royster.+ I will haue it so: it is my pleasure and will. +M. Mery.+ Then I am content. Nourse come againe, tarry still. +R. Royster.+ What, she will helpe forward this my sute for hir part. +M. Mery.+ Then ist mine owne pygs nie, and blessing on my hart. +R. Royster.+ This is our best friend man. +M. Mery.+ Then teach hir what to say +M. Mumbl.+ I am taught alreadie. +M. Mery.+ Then go, make no delay. +R. Royster.+ Yet hark one word in thine eare. +M. Mery.+ Back sirs from his taile. +R. Royster.+ Backe vilaynes, will ye be priuie of my counsaile? +M. Mery.+ Backe sirs, so: I tolde you afore ye woulde be shent. +R. Royster.+ She shall haue the first day a whole pecke of argent. +M. Mumbl.+ A pecke? _Nomine patris_, haue ye so much spare? +R. Royster.+ Yea and a carte lode therto, or else were it bare, Besides other mouables, housholde stuffe and lande. +M. Mumbl.+ Haue ye lands too. +R. Royster.+ An hundred marks. +M. Mery.+ Yea a thousand +M. Mumbl.+ And haue ye cattell too? and sheepe too? +R. Royster.+ Yea a fewe. +M. Mery.+ He is ashamed the numbre of them to shewe. Een rounde about him, as many thousande sheepe goes, As he and thou and I too, haue fingers and toes. +M. Mumbl.+ And how many yeares olde be you? +R. Royster.+ Fortie at lest. +M. Mery.+ Yea and thrice fortie to them. +R. Royster.+ Nay now thou dost iest. I am not so olde, thou misreckonest my yeares. +M. Mery.+ I know that: but my minde was on bullockes and steeres. +M. Mumbl.+ And what shall I shewe hir your masterships name is? +R. Royster.+ Nay she shall make sute ere she know that ywis. +M. Mumbl.+ Yet let me somewhat knowe. +M. Mery.+ This is hee vnderstand, That killed the blewe Spider in Blanchepouder lande. +M. Mumbl.+ Yea _Iesus_, William zee law, dyd he zo law? +M. Mery.+ Yea and the last Elephant that euer he sawe, As the beast passed by, he start out of a buske, And een with pure strength of armes pluckt out his great tuske. +M. Mumbl.+ _Iesus, nomine patris_, what a thing was that? +R. Royster.+ Yea but Merygreke one thing thou hast forgot. +M. Mery.+ What? +R. Royster.+ Of thother Elephant. +M. Mery.+ Oh hym that fledde away. +R. Royster.+ Yea. +M. Mery.+ Yea he knew that his match was in place that day Tut, he bet the king of Crickets on Christmasse day, That he crept in a hole, and not a worde to say.